They were the remnant souls of those who had died in ancient battles, transformed through a distorted mutation after a long and protracted period of time, soaked in both resentment and a desire for battle, until they condensed into a state somewhere between the living and the dead.
The battle prowess of every single corpse-soldier was no lower than the early Heavenly Sun Stage.
Leng Feng's sword slid from its scabbard.
The Northern Nether Sword Sect's premier sword—Deepsea Frost.
The very instant the blade cleared its scabbard, a biting, frigid sword aura burst forth from his tip, transforming into a phantasm of an ice phoenix that spread its wings and soared toward the heavens.
The ice phoenix let out a long, skyward cry, its wings expanding to a full ten yards, and countless ice crystals condensed in the void sliced by the tips of its wings.
That was no ordinary ice.
It was Dao Ice containing the Northern Nether Sword Intent.
Every single ice crystal sealed within it a strand of sword essence, and upon bursting, it could shred all life within a radius of several yards.
The three corpse-soldier vanguard fiends crashed head-on into the ice phoenix sword aura, and the armor over their chests shattered inch by inch.
Under the erosion of the Dao Ice intent, the ghostly green soul fires flickered violently, and the corpse-soldiers emitted shrill, piercing shrieks.
Leng Yue moved. Her sword was lighter, faster, leaving no sound at all as it cleared its scabbard, with only a slender line of ice flashing and vanishing across the void.
The Northern Nether Sword Sect's fourth sword—Ice Silk Soul Bind.
The line of ice was fine and wispy as thread, sweeping silently across the battlefield.
The limbs of two corpse-soldiers were snared by the ice thread, and